Life.
You know when we talk about would you go back, change things, have a do over? I think about the butterfly effect of all the things that happened to me, whether my own choice/mistake, or as a child due to others choices/mistakes, and I wonder who I'd be - how my life would have played out.
But going back means way back to being a toddler, because what set me on the course was abandonment from my biological father and abuse from my stepfather. Brain wired different, BPD, impulsive, heightened emotions, bad decisions, self harm, suicide attempts, unstable relationships that oftimes were abusive, depression, anxiety, CPTSD. Pile trauma on trauma and… where do you go? I never really landed on my feet with anything much resembling safety, stability and happiness, bar once, and he died - like the universe is absolutely mocking me.
I can see the car crash of my entire life. If parents hadn't split and step dad hadn't been in the picture, entirely plausible I wouldn't have ended up so mentally fucked.
Then again there's a genetic component too in a lot of the family. Maybe it is a potent cocktail of genes AND trauma with me.
I don't blame my mother either. She's human. Adults make mistakes too, being a parent doesn't make you infallible. I blamed her when I was younger, then I got more life experience under my belt and I learned my own lessons. She is the kindest most loving mother and I will die before I tell her the truth of the consequences of her choice to be with my step dad. She didn't know, and knowing would kill her. She is the last living human I have left that I love in any way.
But yeah. The butterfly effects started when I was 3 or 4. I can't imagine what it would be like to have grown up "normal" because I don't remember a time when I wasn't mentally fucked. I just got really good at pretending I'm not.